All together now - Because maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me:

Tony Blair has been holding discussions with some of his oldest allies on how he could mount a campaign later this year to become full-time president of the EU council, the prestigious new job characterised as “president of Europe”.

He’s going to get this, isn’t he? After all the death and destruction, lies and corruption, you just know he’s going to get it. How’s this for terrifying:

Blair, currently the Middle East envoy for the US, Russia, EU and the UN, has told friends he has made no final decision, but is increasingly willing to put himself forward for the job if it comes with real powers to intervene in defence and trade affairs.

Defence in this instance being the usual disgusting euphemism for attack, obviously. Him putting the words ‘defence’ and ‘intervene’ together has led to all kinds of scary places. And I like the tone of reluctance on Blair’s part that these reports are giving off, like he doesn’t really want to do it, but…

He’s ‘increasingly willing to put himself forward for the job if…’ and he ‘recognises he would need to abandon his well-paid, private sector jobs if he won’. It’s as if he’s all, ‘For God’s SAKE! Give it me then if nobody else wants it.’

And of course, none of this is absolutely nothing to do with continuing to fluff his sagging ego. No sirree:

Some Blair allies also say that he now recognises that as envoy in the Middle East he is not going to be allowed to become the key player in furthering Israeli-Palestinian talks this year, and will be reduced to a role of supporting political development in Palestine and boosting its economy.

The poor sod. His job of bring peace to the Middle East turned out to be less thrusting and important and yes, dammit, fun than he was expecting. He’s going to be ‘reduced’ to a job looking after the Palestinians as if it were like looking after someone’s cat on a weekend when there’s a brilliant party going on somewhere else. Supporting Palestine’s political development and economy is just so dispiriting and unglamourous compared to having your photo taken with important dignitaries.

I fear that Tim Ireland might have been right on this all along. Have we finally found our anti-Christ? It’s a short hop from President of Europe to General Secretary of the UN. And then we’re all boned.